Werd (sos) Pagliacci
This mirror holds a face but eyes don't age
Hard to recognise yet still feel the same
Hey I wrote words you can play
Put them in all sorts of order to wonder my ways
At first it was a phase
Until I noticed this focus makes change
Might only make pennies but I'm never the same
Watching news on telly like f..ck off mate
I'm cut open by the system
I stop bleeding with the music I make
It's like I'm micro-dosing melodies
And instrumentals telling me
The melancholy's softеning and stopping on recording days
I use music as a crutch
The booth is my church
Thе bible my words
Inspired from desire to no longer hurt
They say
Be original
Always was
Guess pointing out my flaws
Ain't what hip-hop was
All that ego talk
Before all the emo's dropped
Ten years ahead of the curve as blue pills get popped
No for me mate
Societies in red
But I still take what I take
When serotonin leaves my brain at incredible rates
The hip-hop keeps me sane
Well enough anyway
But Doctor
I am Pagliacci
